Jewel E. Ann Quotes

Theo's moods are something much more complex than simply unpredictable.

Closing my eyes, I smiled. "I love our story. I love it so much because in every chapter you make me fall in love with you all over again. Let's never be in love. Let's fall every day without ever touching the ground."
"Fuck gravity." He rested his cheek on my head.
I chuckled. "Exactly, fuck gravity.

I don't think our humanity is on some switch. I think it's more like candles on a cake. It takes a lot to blow them all out at once.

Why is she kissing me back like she's trying to crawn inside of me?
I hate that her taste quenches something hidden deep in the dark shadows of my soulless being that's been starving for so long. I hate that her warm touch feels like a jagged knife stabbing the pain I've tucked away for the day when I can avenge it.
If we don't stop, she could awaken something that cannot be brought to life. Not ever.

Were you good at hide-and-seek? I sucked at it. Jude would talk stupid gibberish while looking for me. Stuff that would make me giggle and give away my hiding spot.

He'd say things like, 'I ran out of dental floss so I cut the strings off your tampons. Is that going to be a problem?' or, 'I masturbate in the shower. Don't you think it's odd that you never run out of conditioner?

You're forgiven."

I don't deserve her.

"But not forgotten," I whisper. She'll never forget what I did. It's not humanly possible. Sometimes I want the impossible.

Her expression doesn't change. "My head is undiscriminating with the memories it keeps, but my heart has already forgotten.

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I'm a t-terrible h-human."
"No," Piper whispered. "If you want that statement to be true, then you need to remove the adjective.

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I'm going to love you so hard, time won't matter … distance won't matter … all you'll feel when you take each breath … is my love.

She'll forgive you. That love you have for her? It runs deeper than any hate, and it takes so much more to hate someone than to love them. Hate is so exhausting. Trust me, I know.

He borrowed me, but you own me. You. Fucking. Own. Me. Take back what's yours and don't ever let me go.

He smells good. Is it his soap or cologne? Or is it just sexy? I didn't think sexy had a smell - until now.

Never regret loving someone. Do it for you, not for them.

Are you a little tipsy, Vivian? It doesn't look like you're walking too straight." "No, I'm just artificially confident and chemically relaxed.

I would never tell you what to believe, Daniel, so please don't tell me that my opinion is wrong. We should be allowed a few basic human rights in life: the right to decide what goes into our bodies and the right to have an opinion without feeling shamed for it.

Family is not a career. It's why you have a career. If you can't be there for the big moments, then why are you doing it?

You're not the most troubled person I've worked with in my career, but you are unequivocally the strongest. There are some things that can't be taught. Either you have it or you don't." She nodded slowly. "You have it."

Jessica planted her feet on the ground and crossed her arms on the desk. "Have what?"

"A will to live that goes beyond circumstance and possibly even reason. You find something from nothing and feed off it. You're that flower that sprouts through a crack in the barren granite face of a mountain. You feel what everyone else has to see to believe. You sense the sun before you see its light, and you do it subconsciously. That's a gift. That's why you're still here - alive - with me today.

Penis? Cock? Dick? Wood? Schlong? Womb broom? Clam hammer? Yogurt slinger?

You're contumacious.

He did the unforgivable and said the unthinkable. He broke me from the inside out and left me to pick up the pieces on my own. I'm not sure I even got all the pieces. Since that day, I've felt emotionally wrecked with uncleaned wounds and safety pins holding together my tattered heart.

To hell with death. I refuse to die until I've truly lived.

Here's the problem. I don't know how to live if I'm not loving you. It's like asking my lungs to expand without air, my heart to beat without blood, my eyes to see without light. It's just not possible. And yet, you're so stupid ...

Death is filled with whys, what-ifs, and so damn much regret that it can swallow your whole fucking world if you let it.

Even if every word was true, and from what you've said I think it is, it doesn't make it any less insensitive.

I want to be your lifeline, not your anchor.

I'm so afraid my touch will scare you away. But I'm So. Fucking. Selfish. Because it doesn't matter whether you need my love anymore …" He released a sob and so did she. "Because I need to love you." Drawing in a ragged breath, he shrugged. "It's all I know," he whispered.

Being with her is my survival; loving her is effortless. She is the shining center of my universe and her love is the moon that pulls the tide of my heart.

That's a fifteen-hundred dollar bedspread. Do you know what that means?"
Jessica held up a finger as she finished chewing, a sparkle of excitement in her eyes. "Oh, yes, I know this one. It means that you're an idiot for paying that much money for a semen towel.

If you ever say her name again, I will end you."

My heart takes up permanent residency in my throat. I bet he can see it pulsing in my neck. Once I manage to find a sliver of space to speak past it, I whisper, "Sorry, I'm afraid there's a queue.

Dark, that's the word. Dark hair strategically styled in at least a dozen conflicting directions. Dark brows and lashes, dark stubble, and hazel eyes pinning me with a piercing dark look.

Jessica loved Luke. Jillian loved AJ.

Nothing bled quite like regret.

Someday I'm going to get to live my happily ever after. No more packing up and driving away from the man that I love. Everyone has their time. I will find mine.

We should remember people in their most beautiful moments, but we don't. It's the etching of ugly and pain that leaves a lasting impression.

Yeah, well I've never tried to imagine you before me. Probably because I still wake up every morning and question whether I dreamed you. And when I realize you're my real, it's like winning the lottery every damn day of my life.

Deep breath ... I am peaceful, I am strong.

Yeah, well lucky for you, once you stop gagging on your testicles you'll be fine.

He could never explain the most excruciating pain was always the personality that hijacked his brain without warning.

The only part of a man more sensitive than the aforementioned testicles was the male ego - like a Georgia peach.

Sometimes the world ends and forgets to take you with it.

Sometimes spending the night on the bathroom floor brings clarity to an otherwise cloudy situation.

When love and anger collide, it rains down a flood of heartache.

There are no words for what I've done to us - to you. You will be my greatest masterpiece. I will build you with the strongest materials. Nothing will be rushed. Even if it takes a lifetime ... every little detail will be perfect.

It's funny how we don't recognize our own reflections, but the one thing about them is they never lie.

Jillian followed. "Maybe, but don't worry, he's not my type. I'm trying to rehabilitate my uniform 'fetish' to strictly FedEx and UPS - bigger packages." Jackson

In life, there were truths and lies, and then there were intimate moments that stayed between two people.

Love is stupid. So I don't care if it's love. You're the best part of every damn day. You're sunshine, and laughter, and the fucking oxygen in my lungs. If this life is a game, you make me want to play it forever, be damned who wins or loses.

I love you … only you … always you … forever you.

I'm uncontrollably in love with Vivian. In such a short amount of time she's infiltrated my thoughts, cast a spell over my body, and wormed her way into the deepest part of my heart. A day without her would feel like a lifetime without breath, an eternity without light.

I love your imperfections. I need them. They give me hope that you will love mine too.

Dr. Hathaway is head of the burn unit.I think I'll have her take a quick look."
"Your ex-wife?"
"She is. Why?"he says slowly.
"I realize she's a doctor,but it has to be weird letting your ex-wife see your naked ass… butt… buttocks…gluteus." I smile,my go-to when things get really awkward - which happens way too often.

Every situation had a little shelf in her head and she never took more than one thing down at a time, never mixed feelings, always kept a sense of control.

Never doubt my love for you. If I'm breathing, I'm loving you. Only you ... always you ... forever you.

Let me keep him ... even if I burn in hell later, just for now ... let me keep him.

Hello, Sassenach …" he whispers.
Okay. Not really, but I'd love to hear him say it.
"Hi, I'm Nathaniel Hunt, Morgan's dad." His American accent tramples my Scottish fantasies as he holds out his hand.
If I lick his hand, will it be weird? Too desperate? Too personal for a first encounter? Too immature for forty-one?
Probably.

I hope every day you take each other's breath away. I hope every kiss feels like the first but ends like the last. I hope you always see the best versions of yourselves reflected in each other's eyes. But mostly, I hope you wake up every morning next to each other because there's no place in this world you'd rather be, instead of having nowhere else to go. May you always be each other's home.

You don't have to be perfect to have the perfect life.

Do you feel it?"
"Feel what?" He sat on the edge of my bed.
"My heart beating in your hands.

His lack of an immediate answer opened the door for doubt to creep into the mind of a woman who struggled to stay afloat in the pool of insanity.

I want to be your everything, but only while I'm here. If the day comes that I'm not, then let me go. Let me be your greatest memory.

I. Love. You. Period. It's a goddamn soul-shattering love that will never ever be matched. My love for you is unapologetic and forever.

The things he did and said to me were, in many ways, unforgivable. We divorced. But I kept telling myself I forgave him. I thought if you truly love someone, nothing should be unforgivable... But if I'm honest, I don't know if I'll ever completely forgive him. I will love him forever. Emotions are ours. They are intimate and personal. And they shouldn't be right or wrong. No one should tell you what to feel, who to love, or how to live.

You don't see how ridiculous it is that your napkin standards exceed your dress-code standards for getting the mail?

I don't know where you'll find her, or what mindset she'll have, but I know one thing with unwavering certainty - that girl loves you like no woman has ever loved a man in the history of the world. She called you her heart. And I believed her.

There's a natural progression from anger to sarcasm and sometimes it goes even further to complete insanity … that's me right now.

It's mad love. The kind that makes no sense. The kind that is bigger than anything I've ever experienced. The kind that ensnares your soul and never lets go.

His hands cover mine until I release his hair, and he guides them to his face, closing his eyes like he's feeling my touch in his soul. He nods. These hands ... only these hands

Gave you a gift of 84,600 seconds today. Have you used one of them to say thank you?' William Arthur Ward,

Life is too short to hold in a single tear, a single laugh, a single breath. Biology is how we exist. Emotions are how we live.

Happy people should come with a warning.

I don't have kids or even that many friends, but if I did, I'd want my lasting impression on them to be this: Every life matters, but never one more than another. Sometimes silence holds more meaning than words. And love ... it's infinitely impossible to define, but unequivocally, without any doubt, the reason we are here.

Being an example of a strong woman is the best way to love your daughter.

Forgiveness happens in the beat of a heart, forgetting takes a lifetime.

I don't have the emotional capacity to fall in love with you," I say, staring at his mouth for a second before dragging my already sluggish gaze to his eyes. "And I just don't want to. Love hurts too much."
"Then don't." He closes the tiny space and kisses me.

Blue irises. They're so indescribable. It's more of a feeling. My chills evaporate and blood surges through my body heating the surface until it glistens. No words can escape, just the faint whisper of a satisfied sigh as my posture relaxes. It's as if all the wonder and nostalgia of the most surreal places on Earth have been captured then released from his gaze. It's crazy, I know it, but there are blue eyes and then there are blue eyes. It's like God decided to give one man infinitely beautiful irises, a passageway to forever, a glimpse of Heaven, and I'm looking at him. It's the only explanation because it's not possible - or fair for that matter - to have eyes so mesmerizing.

Do you know where my G-spot is at?" Her eyes open as she gives me a pointed look.
I nod, keeping my tongue moving.
"Then find it."
Mayhem synonyms: chaos, havoc, madness, trouble, disorder, pandemonium.
Yep. All of those fit Dorothy.
I slide two fingers inside her - nothing like being put on the spot, or having to find it. A real-life oral pop quiz.

I felt like a leaf falling from a tree and he was the wind whispering, I've got you.

He said it's hard to fuck a woman's brain out if she doesn't actually have a brain.

Yeah, about last night … it's been brought to my attention that I may have been a little out of line with somethings I did and said so - "

"Really? Such as …"

I can't believe he's going to make me say it. He's so frustrating. One minute he's cleaning puke off the drunk girl, showing his kind side, and the next he's trying to humiliate me. Granted, I do a pretty good job of setting myself up for it.

"Such as drinking too much to begin with, then maybe giving the impression that I was … jealous of Claire, or Dr. Brown."

"You mean Dr. Skank?"

Shit!

"Yes - I mean - no, not Dr. Skank. I don't remember calling her that, but if I did then I'm sorry. I didn't mean it." I may have meant it.

"Don't sweat it, Syd. I think you're adorable when you get all jealous."

"I was not jealous!" I yell in a high-pitched voice.

"Uh … your striptease was entitled 'Where Lautner's hands will never be again if he doesn't keep them off Dr. Skank.'"

Kill me now and never let another drop of alcohol pass my lips.

"So how was golf?"

Lautner laughs. "I take it we're done talking about last night?"

"It's pointless because it's your word against mine, unless Swarley goes all Bush Beans Duke on me."

"God, you're something else. So what did you call about?"

"Oh … just to …"

"I'm just flipping ya shit. I know why you called."

H

Please let there be another life. I need a real taste of forever with you. This ... this isn't long enough.

Quinn soon followed after he scooped his jaw off the floor and sent out a search party to look for his castrated man parts.

Life was nothing if not unimaginable.

You're twelve. What else do you have to do with your time?"

"House the homeless. Feed the hungry. Cure cancer. The possibilities are endless.

Someday you'll fall in love and it will brand your heart forever. And if life keeps you apart, you may invite others into your heart, but it will never truly be theirs. One stamp. One person.

This is all I have to give you - me." He lifts his shoulders and his vulnerability rips away a little piece of my heart. "A book with blank pages, weathered edges, and eraser marks, that's what I am. I need you to paint my future, write my story in permanent marker, just like the mark you left on my heart the day we met.

He didn't complete me with a part of himself; he just put me back together with all my own pieces. I shattered and he crawled around on the floor handing me my confidence, my hope, my dreams, my voice, my future. He mended me then kissed my scars and looked at me like I was nothing short of a timeless masterpiece.

I squeezed her in return, wishing I could share his sentiment, but I couldn't. Quinn wasn't the love of my life, at least not this life.

It's amazing how many different roads we can take, but they all lead home.

I think it's because with sex you're trusting someone to make you feel good, but an embrace says you're trusting someone to make you feel safe.

Then there's the woman in my arms. She's my future ... my whole world ... my lover ... my wife ... my BFF.

Strength acknowledges weakness, it doesn't ignore it.

My life is nothing more than bad timing separated by unimaginable moments of tragedy. I'd reconciled my pain with the promise of revenge ... until her.

Fucking?
Sorry. Sexual intercourse? Coitus? The union and rhythm of our genitals?

Before … everything." She laughs a little. "Before I had the chance to fall in love. I dreamed of you. You didn't have a face or a name. Your voice was simply a medley of my favorite love songs, the whisper in my head when reading my favorite poems about love. You were the reason I woke up two hours before school to do my hair and makeup in hopes that some boy would give me a second glance. It was you … the idea of you. The dream of you. The promise from my adoring mother that someday I would find my Romeo. When my brain managed to think about something other than hockey or boys … my heart was still thinking of you.

Feelings are our greatest compass. They will always lead you to the truth.

Tell me why one is the best."
"One is enough. It's unique. It's a chance, an opportunity, an experience. One is never greedy. One is independent. One can change everything.

Break apart lifetime into two words -- Life. Time. You spent a time in your life with Julie. Let it be a lifetime. Then move on and give someone else a chance to be part of your time in this life..... If something is meaningful .. impactful .. then it can be a lifetime.

You have something so rare and spectacular right in front of you, and you are clueless what to do with it.

Why exactly is it you don't like kids? I mean ... I've assumed for quite some time now that it's because you still are one and you don't like competition.

Perfect." He grins, completely removing my shorts and sending them to collect on the floor with the rest of my clothes.
"What?" I ask as he rakes his gaze over my body without moving another muscle.
"You're beautiful, Dorothy. And I just want to look at you. Just for a few seconds, I want to commit this to memory.

He needed some guy friends. Stat. The women in his life were hell-bent on testing his last bit of patience.